Deadened. But holy crap, was my cock ever full. I stuck the bottle in my nose, pressed the pump top and inhaled. A strong smell of chemical and illici...ness flooded my senses. Keep it in, Stevie advised. Suck it back, nice and deep, back into your brains. I did. Good. Everybody happy? Now its collar time. I handed the bottle back. The smell of the chemical was a mixture of nail polish and paint thinner. The smell had headache written all over it. I recognized the smell from the hallways of the. I told her I hadn't and asked if she had? "A couple of times in collage" I flinched, but did not pull away as I felt her free hand on my thigh, and in no time I felt her finger on my clit. Her breath came in gasps as she fingered us both. "Do you finger yourself Linda?" I could only nod affirmative as a Minnie shock wave went through my pelvis. "Doesn't it feel a lot better when someone else does it?" I moaned in response as she pulled her finger out of my slippery slit. I didn't want her to. You can wear NO shirt to a water park.Car mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky. You don’t have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress $5,000. Tux rental-$100. People never stare at your chest when you’re talking to them. New shoes don’t cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time. Phone conversations. This was my favorite way to be taken, and with my limbs tied and a collar around my neck, I loved being so helpless as he began to fuck my ass harder. “You’re fucking perfect,” Jack moaned into my ear, “I love that tight slutty ass.” I moaned into the mattress and he sat back on his knees, pulling out of me to reach for something. He lifted my hips up briefly to place my vibrator under me and positioned it against my clit. He flicked on the power and the sudden vibrations made me gasp and my.